Blackfeather Woods It was real and I repent

There was a thought in the back of her mind that hadn't quite formed all the way yet but she wondered if she could accomplish this, what else she was capable of.  It was both abhorrent and exciting; she wanted him on a physical level (for she wanted to feel appreciated, and that was her deepest desire), but she also was beginning to turn the gears on how she could use this to her advantage.  

Good, she croons silently, the only noise is the air that catches in her throat as she moves over the vowels.  Perhaps she could let this burn slowly (unlike she had with Speedy and Bruges and oh god, Raven), and then leave him wanting.

He couldn't forget her then; it was the same reason @Siarut still haunted her.

She turned to face him, to analyze him in the low lights of the cave.  He was young; perhaps younger than she, but caked in grime and layers of mud.  If she looked closely, there was beauty under there.  She just had to look, well, closely.

She put herself upon him with a tenderness reserved for (anyone who wasn't her captor; anyone who wasn't him) and began to clear the dirt from his face.